Requested by yeosaranghae

On one fall weekend, Yeosang woke up to a weight above him. His eyes opened to see Wooyoung staring at him.

"W-What are you doing?" Yeosang softly smiled.

"I'm just observing your beautiful face while you sleep. Is that bad?"

Yeosang covered it. "No."

"Hey~!" Wooyoung grinned and uncovered his hands. Then he pecked the tip of Yeosang's nose. "Get up. It's time for practice."

"Okay."

Lately, something's been bothering Yeosang. It's about Wooyoung and a comment he saw off a fan post.

"Yeosang's so clingy no wonder Wooyoung prefers WooSan"

Yeosang didn't process it correctly. He wished it didn't say what it said. How could he, when the comment had likes and agreeing replies?

Then jealousy hit. Yeosang noticed every interaction between the two and noted it down. Sometimes he would even compare it to how Wooyoung interacted with him. The way his boyfriend looked at San to the way he looked at him.

Finally, and most recently, came the sadness. Yeosang didn't feel as happy anymore. Maybe it was true. Maybe all those comments were right. He isn't the right match for Wooyoung, and asking him out in the first place was a mistake.

"Hey. Are you ready?" Wooyoung smiled as he entered the bedroom again.

"Yeah."

"Cool, we're riding with San and Jongho. Come on."

Yeosang didn't even squeeze Wooyoung's hand when the younger squeezed his.

The car was full of chatter by everyone— everyone except Yeosang. He was looking out the window in deep thought. Has the sun ever looked so dim? Maybe it was the partly cloudy sky.

Wooyoung and San's laugh filled his ears. Even though Wooyoung was still holding his hand, he felt like withdrawing it away. Yeosang couldn't find the right word, but it simply didn't feel right.

Suddenly Yeosang felt like crying. His emotions were so full, and his throat felt stuffy. He wanted to breathe profoundly, but it would draw attention to him.

So he just stuffed it down instead.

"Yeosang, that's not the right step," Yunho commented during their break. He had asked Yeosang to stay. "It's left-right."

"I know, I know. Sorry." Yeosang did it again. But it was now without any feeling or smoothness.

"That's wrong again, Yeosang," Yunho observed him in the mirror. "Is something wrong today?"

"No."

"You seem distracted."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Well, this morning you-"

"I'm fine, Yunho. Seriously." Yunho knew he had to stop. When Yeosang's voice lowered down, he couldn't press his friend further.

"Just practice it on your own, okay?"

"We're back!" Wooyoung entered the practice room, a black bag from the convenience store in hand. "Did Yeosang get the choreo?"

"He's... working on it."

"Oh." Wooyoung turned to Yeosang. "Show me."

"No, no, I think we can skip to the next part. I'll work on it later," Yeosang answered.

But Wooyoung stood firm. "No. Show me so I can help you."

"It's fine, it really is."

"Yeosang, stop being so stubborn."

"I'll go over it with Yunho. Don't worry."

"Yeosang-"

"Stop! Stop it!" Everyone stared wide-eyed at Yeosang. His yells bounced around the room in echo. Only Wooyoung could reach for him.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Leave me alone," Yeosang found it hard to say. He dropped his boyfriend's hands and left the practice room.

Now was when the tears fell. Another feeling to add to the list— embarrassment. No wonder Wooyoung is harder on him. Yeosang isn't able to meet his standards.

"Yeo! Honey!" Wooyoung's voice shouted. Yeosang walked faster. But nothing could block out the fast stomps of Wooyoung's shoes.

"Yeosang." Wooyoung embraced him from behind.

"..."

"Tell me what's wrong, Yeosangie."

"..."

"Please."

Yeosang broke out into a loud sob. Strength weakened in his knees as he kneeled on the ground. Wooyoung went down with him. The automatic urge to hug kicked in.

"It's alright, honey. I'm here. Shh." Wooyoung held Yeosang as the boy cried. He didn't care that they were in the middle of a hallway on the ground. All that mattered was Yeosang.

Once the older calmed down, Wooyoung brushed the warm, wet tears aside. He spoke softly.

"Something is bothering you. I know. What's wrong?"

Yeosang sniffled. "It's u-us," he croaked.

"You and I? What about us?" Wooyoung rubbed his arm while still in the hug.

"Do you love me?"

Wooyoung was surprised at the question. But there was no hesitation in his answer. "Of course, I love you. You're the love of my life, Yeosang."

It wasn't enough to convince Yeosang's heart. But his head didn't want to state that.

"Oh. Okay!" Yeosang forced a smile. Then he stood and pulled Wooyoung up. "Let's go back to practice."

"Wait, wait, wait." Wooyoung pulled him back by the waist.

"What?" Yeosang falsely laughed.

"We haven't discussed this enough. I know you, Yeosang. I know you push feelings down. Please, tell me why you asked me that question."

Again Yeosang broke into tears. "I saw a comment. It said you preferred San, and I was clingy, and replies said you and I weren't the right match. It was all a mess because I noticed what they said. I'm not as interesting as San, and I require too much attention because I'm annoying. You're losing interest in me, and-"

"Shh." Wooyoung took Yeosang's hand. "You are the biggest priority in my life. You always have been. Ever since the day I met you, I thought to myself and said, 'He seems like such a nice guy. I think we'll be the best of friends.' And now look at us. We're dating. We've been dating for several months already. Every day I wake up beside you is better than the last.

"So, yes, I love you. And yes, I'm very much still interested in you. Don't let these people, who have no idea what a relationship is, twist the thoughts in your head. What matters is you and I, and only our feelings towards each other. Okay?"

Yeosang nodded with tears. "I love you too, Wooyoung."

The lovely couple hugged each other tightly. They didn't want to break apart soon.

"We're not home, or else I would've shown you how much you mean to me," Wooyoung chuckled. "But I guess this'll work."

"Huh?" Yeosang asked before his back touched the wall. Wooyoung lifted his wrists above his head and smirked.

The kiss washed over Yeosang's body refreshingly. It was something he loved so much.

"Call me out whenever I don't give you attention," Wooyoung whispered against Yeosang's lips. "I would never mean to cause you any pain."

"I-It's not that important, Woo."

"But when it comes to you, it definitely is."

Yeosang intertwined his fingers behind Wooyoung's neck. He nodded. "Alright."

Their lips moved softly in a synchronous motion. Just Wooyoung exploring every cavern of Yeosang mouth. Even though they had no concrete top/bottom roles, Yeosang saw no problem submitting to Wooyoung easily.

Yeosang felt Wooyoung tapping his thigh and immediately knew what to do. Now Wooyoung held Yeosang's thighs beside his hips.

Meanwhile, Yeosang felt Wooyoung's lips traveling onto his cheek. Then up beside his jaw. Finally, they came down to his neck.

"Can I mark you?"

"P-Please," Yeosang panted. His own lips were pink and swollen. Catching a breath from kissing was a relief for him.

Wooyoung licked certain areas to test where the soft skin would be. Once he found one, he'd press his tongue against it.

"There," Yeosang would tell him. So Wooyoung placed his lips over the area.

Yeosang's skin was soft enough for Wooyoung to suck it only a few times before it became red. Still not proud of his work, Wooyoung sucked a little harder on the surrounding space.

"Wooyoung... I..." Yeosang gulped when he felt the younger's hardened bulge against his own.

Wooyoung held Yeosang's leg securely before rolling his hips, so their bodies created friction. Yeosang let out a small groan.

"I can't wait to take you home, Yeosang. I'll show you what I mean when I love you."

"I can't wait."

Wooyoung gave a final lick to Yeosang's neck and then backed away. Now he liked his work.

Small patches of Yeosang's skin were already turning an early purple color. Others were still clearly red.

"We should leave," Yeosang suggested, feeling his feet plant on the ground again.

"You know we have to let them know."

"Can it be quick, though?" Yeosang sulked. Wooyoung grinned, took his hand, and ran.

Wooyoung and Yeosang entered the practice room together, hand in hand.

"Great," Hongjoong began. "You two are back. Did you finally make- Oh."

Everyone could look at the apparent mark on Yeosang's neck. They were silent. Of course, they knew what was going to happen.

"You two can... go. We'll be home later." Yunho looked the other way.

"Tomorrow," Seonghwa corrected.

"What? No. I want to sleep in my be-" He covered Jongho's mouth.

"Tomorrow."

Wooyoung shrugged it off. "See you tomorrow. Let's go."

That night Wooyoung and Yeosang had the whole dorm to themselves.

I'll let you imagine the rest ;)